Fine

“I’m fine” I say  But every single day  I'm falling apart  Dying from a poison dart  Called emotions  Filling up oceans  With tears  I don’t shed in front of peers   They say I’m smart  So I turn my pain into art  I start to think  And write in ink  And seeing the link  Of vomit in the sink  They tell me use my skills  But insist on popping pills Or going emotionless My mind is a mess  If you couldn't tell  I'm still in my shell  Not sure on coming out  Not knowing what's about